In the place where the tree falleth…

The late afternoon always creates a lot of drama across the front of Grace Brethren Church on Fremont Avenue. The lower the sun sets … the bigger the palm tree shadow grows until it dwarfs those beautiful stained glass windows. I wonder what the sanctuary looks like inside with that dark giant crossing the panes, and then passing. There’s a metaphor in there somewhere about spirit, or maybe temptation, or it could just be a classic example of pagan/Christian rivalry. Then again, Thoreau is the one who said, “My profession is to always find God in nature.”

But, I digress.

I haven’t truly captured the magic of this daily occurrence — you can’t see how lovely the windows look or how much they glow even during the day — but it’s an approximation.